Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
EMILY BRONTEI will walk where my own nature would be leading.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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